Mara Lee Gilberthttps://maraleegilbert.com
Actress, Writer, FilmmakerTue, 25 Jul 2017 22:10:29 +0000en-US
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3232Of The Ladybug and Yesterday: 9.16.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/ladybug-yesterday-9-16-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/ladybug-yesterday-9-16-17/#respondSun, 17 Sep 2017 03:40:03 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=7209/16/17 11:27pm _______________________________________________________________________________________ A ladybug landed, audibly, bouncing my ears to attention, on the lamp next to the fish tank where the fish had died not even a month ago, and I knew you were gone. I thought at first I was arrogant to think you would come to visit me. I am not even Read More ...

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/ladybug-yesterday-9-16-17/feed/0Last View: 9.14.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/last-view-9-14-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/last-view-9-14-17/#respondFri, 15 Sep 2017 01:26:09 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=7179/14/17 9:02pm _____________________________________________________________________________________ Does your phone receive photos? I’d like to send her a photo of the sunset if it does. * I wonder if she’ll see one before she goes. Or if the hospital room is ok as a last view, if her family is there. Or, what’s before you is what’s before you; Read More ...

Does your phone receive photos? I’d like to send her a photo of the sunset if it does.

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I wonder if she’ll see one before she goes. Or if the hospital room is ok as a last view, if her family is there. Or, what’s before you is what’s before you; and shouldn’t that be blessed enough an experience to remember?

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The sky darkens over a small street as the traffic light changes from red to green and back and forth.

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/last-view-9-14-17/feed/0Bee Wishes: 9.13.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/bee-wishes-9-13-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/bee-wishes-9-13-17/#respondThu, 14 Sep 2017 00:00:34 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=7139/13/17 5:53pm _____________________________________________________________________________________ I ran by the tree that used to have wishes hanging from it. I hung one there too, once, years ago. It came true. * There was an oily smear on the concrete trail beside the tree. I knew what it meant, and looked up. Yes, the beehive was gone too. * Read More ...

I ran by the tree that used to have wishes hanging from it. I hung one there too, once, years ago. It came true.

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There was an oily smear on the concrete trail beside the tree. I knew what it meant, and looked up. Yes, the beehive was gone too.

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I remembered when they first destroyed it, causing far more commotion than the bees; spraying clouds of toxic dust; suited up for protection from head to toe; telling everyone to stay back. The gray, honeycombed masterpiece lying destroyed on the ground.

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But, a little time after the attack, the bees were back; rebuilding. I stood beneath their still small hive, looking up. I said, Good for you. And simultaneously one bee zoomed by my ear, around the bend of my head in a curve, and entered her hive.

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I like honey and how it soothes me during illness. I like eating fresh food, grown from the ground, pollinated by bees. I like being of the Earth. I want to accept my place in it’s system more and more and more. I’ve been stung, but so too have I struck out at others in defense, and yet here I stand. Standing beside the smear of their defeat on wishing to hang from the branches of the wishing tree. I don’t know the story of why the wishes are gone too. I wasn’t there to see it – having been off enjoying my wish hung there, come true.

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I walked out of the park, and saw a hand painted shell on the ground; painted with the words: You Are Loved. I looked back at the tree. There were so many leaves, and the tree looked strong.

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/09/bee-wishes-9-13-17/feed/0Morning Poem: 8.1.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/08/morning-poem-8-1-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/08/morning-poem-8-1-17/#respondTue, 01 Aug 2017 09:49:06 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=707_________________________________________________________________________________________ 8/1/17 5:45am Fade in lightly like the sunrise, I am now with the bird calls of morning; crisp even in the summertime. My skin says, Yes. But, Now may not be what I think it is. My skin says, Yes. _________________________________________________________________________________________

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/08/morning-poem-8-1-17/feed/0In Honor of A Wish: 7.29.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/honor-wish-7-29-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/honor-wish-7-29-17/#respondSun, 30 Jul 2017 03:28:24 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=704__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/29/17 11:21pm A dying rash of poison ivy pulses on my wrist, taking it’s last breaths as I jog an old path, where once I had a wish. A wish for new blood, despite scars of past rives along my body. I wanted again to face off with my experience that I am alive. Read More ...

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/honor-wish-7-29-17/feed/0Folding Laundry: 7.27.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/folding-laundry-7-27-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/folding-laundry-7-27-17/#respondThu, 27 Jul 2017 20:38:47 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=701__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/27/17 4:07pm Folding laundry on my bed. So simple. So simple. I think of Men. And of Love. Tremendous searing love like Oh that’s me! That’s me! That’s All of me there with you, all of you (each one of you and singularly ALL of the preciousness of each individual you) in my memory Read More ...

Tremendous searing love like Oh that’s me! That’s me! That’s All of me there with you, all of you (each one of you and singularly ALL of the preciousness of each individual you) in my memory of how perfectly we each were held by our moment together,

until my eyes are guided to the window of my whole life; this same window pane, and this same view of the trees and the grass, and the bit of sky I see from this particular angle. And me, oh me, standing here – I am coming from above myself now – how precious I am to feel so sad at short lived joys, like an entire life.

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/folding-laundry-7-27-17/feed/0Goodbye Yellow Petals: 7.26.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/goodbye-yellow-petals-7-26-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/goodbye-yellow-petals-7-26-17/#respondThu, 27 Jul 2017 02:49:51 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=698__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/26/17 10:28pm Dried yellow petals on my dark, black desk are begging my attention. They are ready to be thrown away after months sitting by my side and my heart stopped for a moment! What will I do when they’re gone? * But perhaps they have seen enough of me. Full up on the Read More ...

Dried yellow petals on my dark, black desk are begging my attention. They are ready to be thrown away after months sitting by my side and my heart stopped for a moment! What will I do when they’re gone?

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But perhaps they have seen enough of me. Full up on the aches of my heart, ready to be blown into the wind, carrying my desires with them to be planted and bloomed;

rather than sitting stagnant and useless, bulging with the need to release the parts of me they have absorbed for my own good.

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/goodbye-yellow-petals-7-26-17/feed/0I Was Once Upon A Time: 7.25.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/i-was-once-upon-a-time-7-25-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/i-was-once-upon-a-time-7-25-17/#respondTue, 25 Jul 2017 22:10:29 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=695__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/25/17 5:51pm I was handed a napkin with three words written on it: I, Was, Once. They were spaced out in different spots inside the white square. I was asked to fill in the blank space. And so it came to me, inside a haze of beer and intellectual challenge, staring at the white Read More ...

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/i-was-once-upon-a-time-7-25-17/feed/0To The Curls of The Birch Bark: 7.22.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/curls-birch-bark-7-22-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/curls-birch-bark-7-22-17/#respondSat, 22 Jul 2017 18:30:16 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=690__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/22/17 12:37pm When all else fails: One Red Branch amongst the green. Oh, right. Yes, of course: * A large curl of birch bark inside a loving home, I looked upon an hour ago. With curls inside of curls. A proclamation: “I have much to say. I curl in expression of each next Read More ...

When all else fails: One Red Branch amongst the green. Oh, right. Yes, of course:

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A large curl of birch bark inside a loving home, I looked upon an hour ago. With curls inside of curls. A proclamation: “I have much to say. I curl in expression of each next idea. Listen to the way I curl, each day, in front of your eyes. I am responding to you as you move through this room and sit looking out the window, or reading a book; eating cherries from a bowl. I see you as love and love alone, and curl in response, to express my joy at witnessing you. To tell you my tale and share myself with you. Look into my curls and understand that that is you, as you look upon me with wonder, and touch me gently to see how the curls have evolved each next day. Each next view.”

]]>https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/curls-birch-bark-7-22-17/feed/0Eels: 7.20.17https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/eels-7-20-17/
https://maraleegilbert.com/2017/07/eels-7-20-17/#respondThu, 20 Jul 2017 06:34:30 +0000https://maraleegilbert.com/?p=688__________________________________________________________________________________________ 7/20/17 2:18am I only want to play! I only want to play! I only want to play! …I was born thinking this could be great, but it seems too much. …A memory of those words sliding through my mind. Little eels swimming through my mind, these ribbons of words that once were present. __________________________________________________________________________________________